It's funny how despair can soon become an old companion
It was a truth of the heart and it owed nothing to reason.
It is my observations, though, that happiness limits the amount of suffering one is willing to inflict upon others
It is my fate, it seems, to fall privy to rare and splendid vistas in a state of exhaustion too profound to care.
If the greatest danger one faces as a slave is displeasing one's masters, this is the second: pleasing them.
I wondered if he could ever understand that it was a blessing, not a sin, to be graced with more than one love.It could be complicated; of course it could be complicated. And it opened one up to the p...
I wish sometimes that the gods would either choose better, or make their wishes clearer
I took a slice of melon and perched on the edge of a couch, watching them both, patently uncomfortable with the undefined nature of my role here.
I seek words of such surpassing beauty that they might melt the hardest heart of stone.
I have always thought that the notion of a Republic is a noble one, dating back to the glory days of Hellas, which all D’Angelines regard fondly as the last Golden Era before the coming of Elua. Now,...
I cannot blame them, in truth, for desiring... But they were like children, who have only just begun to grasp the idea of a thing. And like children, they had no notion of laboring to create, but only...
He would welcome the opportunity to offer his suffering up to God. Me, I could not help but think that there was more than enough suffering in the world without adding to the balance.
He was a young man, Gunter Arnlaugson, and tireless after their fashion. There was no shame among the Skaldi, and I could feel his eagerness when he brushed up behind me, his considerable phallus erec...
He nodded at Josceline and me. Keep these two with you, will you? They seem to be damnably hard to kill.
He is searching for an answer for which no question exists.
Grief heals ... unshed tears fester like a canker in the soul.
Greet the sky and live, blossom!... Yet even as the wind stirs your petals, flowers fall. My flowers are eternal, my songs live forever. I lift them in offering; I, a singer. I cast them to the wind,...
But to force growth is to kill it.
Because people can be foolish, Drustan said. And fearful of heroes not their own.
All knowledge is worth having.